The Boy Who Never Pays Enough
A boy, a handful of coins, and the same bread every day
The small boy came into the bakery very slowly.
He was wearing an old blue and worn shoes.
"Good morning," Grandma Rose said. "What are you looking for?"
"I am looking for your round bread," the boy said.
He was holding some coins in his hand.
"That bread is two hundred yen," she told him kindly.
The boy was counting his coins on the counter.
He had only one hundred and twenty yen.
"I am sorry," he said. "I do not have ."
Grandma Rose looked at his small, face.
"It is okay," she said. "Take the bread today."
The boy's eyes were , and he smiled a little.
"Thank you very much!" he said, and he ran away.
The next day, the boy was standing at her door again.
He was buying the round bread once more.
Again, he did not have money.
Each day, he was paying only one hundred and twenty yen.
Grandma Rose was giving him the bread every time.
She was not , but she was very .
"Why is this boy coming every single day?" she thought.
"And why is he always buying the bread?"
The boy never talked about his home or his family.
He just took the bread and ran down the street.
One evening, Grandma Rose decided to him quietly.